Marin
YESSSS
This is your villain origin story and your romcom finale and your Soft Girl Gothic Renaissance Era all at once.
Marin
I’m unwell thinking about it.
Marin
Gage’s jawline deserves a slideshow.
Colin
One of you better have snacks.
Tim
I’ve got tissues, glitter, bourbon, and chaos.
Tim
It’s happening.
Tim
We’re really doing this.
Marin
ETA two hours. I’ve got crystals in my bra and zero chill. Let’s goooo.
CHAPTER 14
AMELIA
There are about eight thousand things I thought might wreck me this weekend.
Our family being with us.
Our vows.
Blackbriar wrapping its arms around all of us.
Gage in a tux looking at me with more love than anyone ever has.
But I did not account for this man—this soul-undoing, heart-healing, love-of-my-life man—handing me two velvet jewelry boxes this morning like he wasn’t about to emotionally assassinate me before breakfast.
Inside were matching engraved necklaces for our girls.
Tiny pendants with interlocking charms—a heart and a star.
The heart to symbolize love without conditions.
The star for the way they’ve always been our constant, even when everything else was shifting.
He designed them. Ordered them. Chose every word on the engravings. Then passed them to me and said, “I want them to know they’re always ours. That neither of them is losing their parent just because you and I are getting married.”